http://meyecontrol-staging.admost.de/the-party-and-other-short-stories.php Honk, get going you. But, I drove on. Whatever it is, will be taken care of. Her face, though. The youngest woman. Her hands. The officer rejected her pleading hands. She was only reaching out for the reassuring touch that says, Help has arrived. The police are there. The women will be alright. They might have trouble speaking the language. The officer seemed so cold. I turned back.
I found the little group in a parking lot just off the road. The officer was in his car writing, one leg out the door. The young woman and the older woman were standing beside their car which had a bashed rear fender. I stood at the perimeter of the scene and addressed the officer over the wind.
The officer looked at me like I was from the iguana tribe. You know how you blink when you just heard something unexpected that you think you must have misheard the first time? I could tell the two ladies were like we old-fashioned Latinas -- hand shaking in greeting is considered something men do, not women. There are so many people on the road who have diabetes. The women were very proper. God bless you woman! Then the eldest woman noticed the Sacred Heart pinned to my dress, the one crocheted in red all around the edges by my grandmother a million years ago.
Jesus, God bless you! Everyone could leave now.
The crazy iguana and the inexplicable God-blessing women in dresses and mantles were free to go now. I do not know and I did not ask. The answer to her question? I touched her arm lightly and thanked her for her blessing. And then it was done, I was back in my truck driving into the dusk, and my little bag, OK, the frozen food, well, I just cooked it all up that night, no harm done. Maybe not. But, maybe yes. But most every one has a similar episode wherein some small thing was exchanged, sometimes in all directions Something dawns on a person, either right now, or later, or maybe many years from now.
We never know. None of us do.
The letters are sent out to sustain those who see the greater world and the personal world but without wearing the usual anesthetizing blinders. They go to those who see all suffering, and thus can use small reminders that they and their souls are still fully capable and not alone, those who are carrying precious goods in thought and action. The letters are sent out just to remind people that the outcome in the moment may not be the most of what to aim for, but rather something else, something far more mysterious that comes on wings or wind.
I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered.
They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. Ours is a time of almost daily jaw-dropping astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people. You are right in your assessments. The luster and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times.
Especially do not lose hope.
Most particularly because, the fact is -- we were made for these times. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I cannot tell you often enough that we are definitely the leaders we have been waiting for, and that we have been raised, since childhood, for this time precisely.
I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one.
Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind. I would like to take your hands for a moment and assure you that you are built well for these times. Despite your stints of doubt, your frustrations in righting all that needs change right now, or even feeling you have lost the map entirely, you are not without resource, you are not alone.
Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. In your deepest bones, you have always known this is so. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to Earth. We all have a heritage and history of being gutted, and yet remember this especially: we have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection. Over and over again we have been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered -- can be restored to life again.
Dear World, Letters From A Broken Spirit - Kindle edition by Karen Hickson. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. John Turner is an emotional, smart and driven person who is given many challenges that he must overcome. From dropping out of school and living from pillar to.
This is as true and sturdy a prognosis for the destroyed worlds around us as it was for our own once mortally wounded selves. Even if you do not feel that you are, you are. Even if your puny little ego wants to contest the enormity of your soul, that smaller self can never for long subordinate the larger Self.
In matters of death and rebirth, you have surpassed the benchmarks many times. Believe the evidence of any one of your past testings and trials. Here it is: Are you still standing? The answer is, Yes! If you are still standing, ragged flags or no, you are able. Thus, you have passed the bar. And even raised it. You are seaworthy.
In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. You are my joy.
When I'm down and I see your face you make me smile. When I'm sad and you hold my hand, you make me happy. I love everything about you even the things that annoy me. I pray I can make you as happy as you have made me, my …. Dear Bob, I've loved you since I was My parents weren't too sure about the 13 year age difference but you very quickly won them over and they've loved you ever since. We had our disagreements and rough spots, especially one very long and difficult time, but we never quit loving …. Dear Trevor, Oh man, how life has turned out. These few short years have been so incredibly hard.
You know already, but life has not been kind to me. Amidst abuse, and loneliness, and so much anger for how I was treated as a child- somehow Jesus' love shined through. I have been thinking and praying about what to write for several weeks now.